Lyrics God Bless - Trip

God bless this
Put your right hand over me and my fellas
Help to see all the snakes
They put me to the test
They know I'm best with it
The road to success is never straight
It's too curvy
It reminds me of my exs
I could be eating
Maneuver the game with a chopstick
But these niggas here just wanna use me
Pay me in advance
For that show man
You say you doing numbers
Peekaboo show me
My shows are empty
But you said you'd be there
Oh damn! l must be stupid
Anyway
Petty niggas wanna battle me
My style ain't free my hitter
Pay me if you want a piece of this this
While you're cuddling
I'm out here making another hit
Then you're wondering, damn!
How did i miss this
Consist with the hit list
When it comes to making records
Nobody bringing it like this
Only reside where the best is
Everybody starts bottom man
It is what it is
My drive going against the wind